Playing...Nice (Open)

[Joy]

Joy is outside, standing near a tree as she glared whatever building she stopped by on her way to the training grounds. Pride telling her she should play nice and make friends didn't make her want to any less, but they were still stuck here, barely settled into their new home. The people she'd met hadn't been much help for what they needed, but at least it was quiet out here, and the birdsong was relaxing..

All it would take would be one person to prove him right, or wrong.

[Xapham]

Xapham would be out exploring. When in Rome, right? Whatever. This place wasn't home. He stopped walking long enough to light a cigarette and take a drag. He would blow out the smoke and thats when he would feel it. An ominous feeling of someone watching him. He would turn to see a woman glaring at him. Well... ok then.

"What?"

[Joy]

Joy's attention shifted to the man who spoke, disrupting the otherwise enjoyable silence. He stood between her and the building a bit to teh side, but she hadn't bothered with him. Apparently that wasn't the right choice.

"What?" What was this guy's problem? Her voice was flat with an undertone of agitation. But she was trying.

[Xapham]

Oooooookay...

"You are glaring at me. Why?"

[Joy]

"No, I wasn't." What was he even talking about?

"Anything else?"

[Xapham]

...

"If you weren't staring at me then what are you up to?"

[skuldar]

Acoma would run up completely out of breath having been chasing Xapham, while he was flying and exploring, for who knows how long.
"*pant pant* So did you see him? *pant* This is a female *pant* Did I not describe him as a male well? *pant* Hello, its a pleasure to meet you *pant* my name is Acoma" Acoma would indicate to the two as they were conversing.

Acoma then attempts to straighten himself, dust off his butler uniform, and put a hand out for Joy to shake.

[Joy]

Joy looked at the man with the expression, somewhat irritated that he was still pushing for answers, but anything she might have said was on hold as some horned being rushing at thems. She tensed, not sensing danger from them but feeling the frantic energy that left her wondering what she had stumbled on.

"Nothing." She let the other one get their words out. Not her problem; she had her own people to look for. Unless they were looking for the same person.

"Joy." She nodded.

[Xapham]

Xapham would turn to Acoma. Did this creature really, literally, chase him down? People are strange.

"I have not seen your missing person yet. I was stopping to grab a smoke when I found this woman glaring at me."

[skuldar]

After Joy nods, Acoma would do a quick glace at his hand to make certain that it wasn't dirty then pull it back and he'd perform a quick bow. "At you service madam."

Turning to Xapham, Acoma would produce a golden cigarette box from between his hands, opening it and offering one to him. "Well... I have to admit your wings were quite impressive... do you have Dragon blood in you?" Acoma clearly seems a bit jealous of Xapham.

"Joy, have you seen a young man around? He has red hair and isn't very tall..." Acoma would trail off watching Joy to see if there was any reaction.

[Joy]

At her service? Joy shook her head once at the comments between the two, letting her focus sit on the man with the cigarette in unimpressed silence. But she'd already told him she hadn't been glaring at him, and turned her attention back to the man with horns.

"No." She hadn't seen many people, period, which was a life choice. But if they were looking for people, then maybe they had seen something she could use.

"I'm looking for someone, too. Seen any experiments?"

[Xapham]

Xapham's attention turned to Joy instantly.

"You seem a bit young to be hunting after experiments. Why are you looking for them?"

[skuldar]

Seeing that Xapham seems to have an understanding of what Joy is talking about, Acoma would bide his time to ask "What are experiments?" If it wouldn't be oblivious with Joy's response.

[Joy]

Joy looked at the still unnamed man as his interest sparked, shrugging at Acoma.

"Don't know. They have red eyes and white hair.." Her focus shifted from one to the other again as she looked at Xapham.

"I'm old enough." She stood her ground, one hand closing into a fist and resting on her hip. "I need to talk to them."

[Xapham]

Xapahm placed a hand on his hip, conveniently near the knife he had hidden under his jacket.

"Experiments haven't been a concern since the great war ended. What could you possibly want with any of them?"